The Twilight Of The Gods

"Mongrel is a dog. Mare is a horse," said Midbus.

"The machine speaks true. I saw. Your father failed."

Richard's rant merely got a blink.

edited 30th Mar '11 11:09:58 AM by Sir_Screwloose

Azula looked baffled...with a definite tinge of anger. "Wait...I said he was what? How did I say that? He is the opposite of cool, that would make him hot. HOW AM I INCORRECT??"

Richard broke down into sobs of hysterical laughter once more. It was too good, this was all too good to be true! This was the best prison ever!

Dalek Caan was looking at the battle-screen, oblivious to the conversation.
Dalek Thay was in their room attempting to build new technology.
Dalek Jast, however, noticed the conversation, and approached.
"IN-PITI-FUL-HU-MAN-CUL-TURE-"HOT"-AND-"COOL"-ARE-BOTH-PRAISE-OF-THE-IN-FIER-RIOR-HU-MAN'S-BEST."

"A pity," Doom sighed in disappointment. "Doom would have thought that you had possessed at least a modicum of the common sense lacking in your father. Evidently, that was not the case..."

The Latverian monarch turned then and hovered back into his chambers. He paused just before disappearing within, however, and turned to regard Harry. "It is amusing, really; in Doom's own reality, your father—or rather, his counterpart—shared your curious taste in women many years his junior."

And with that, he was gone.

Richard was on the floor, sobbing from all the laughter. Of course, he couldn't actually cry but he made the effort. It was all too good. This place would provide endless hours of entertainment. At least, until he broke out.

Azula scowled, crossing her arms, then starting towards her chambers in an obvious huff. "You are all buffoons!"

The Jack-bot zipped over to Richard. "Unit requests indentification."

One of the Fawfulcopters zipped over to Harry and Azula as Midbus tried to puzzle out what Doom had meant.

"This unit requests you to identify your ages."

Azula glared at the two robots, raising her hand and letting it spark with electricity. "I am learning how best to deal with your type."

This display of disrespect was going on for far too long. "Before I must rip it from your minds may someone enlighten me on the natures of these challenges?"

An audiotape of an explanation dropped itself on Bolas's head.

The audiotape exploded into many small fragments after it clattered off the dragon's scales. Clearly he wanted an explanation from a living entity, he was tired of the disregard towards his presence and queries.

Harry shrugs. "Our slang is weird. To us hot means attractive."

He then stops at Doom's comment. "Lacking... common sense... loving women many years younger..."

He answers the Fawfulcopter. "20. 21 in a few months."

"THEY-ARE-WHAT-EVER-THESE-"NOMADS"-WISH. CUR-RENT-LY, SEV-ER-AL-IN-FIER-RIORS-ARE-BATTL-ING-LUPINES-ALONG-SIDE-BRIT-ISH-S-A-S."
He turned to Harry.
"THE-ONE-KNOWN-AS-DOOM-IS-COR-RECT. THE-ONE-KNOWN-AS-AZULA-IS-BIO-LOG-IC-AL-LY-FOUR-TEEN-HU-MAN-SO-LAR-CY-CLES-OLD."

edited 30th Mar '11 1:11:14 PM by GeekCodeRed

Harry gags for a second. "She's... she's... FOURTEEN!?"

Instead of explaining to Azula he starts freaking out.

What is the purpose of these Challenges? Amusement for some multidimensional entity calling itself Centum. We destroy or defend things.

—Shockwave stayed in the shadows and sanguine gloom.—

edited 30th Mar '11 1:27:41 PM by Colonial1.1

Dalek Jast shot a stun level burst at Harry.

"Yeesh, you guys are crazier than the losers I had rallied together for Maleficent little council of evil way back when," Pete commented at everything's that is going on. "Heck, if I ever have a hankerin' fer some Jerry Springer, I'll just watch YOU guys!

"And do I ALWAYS have to be Mr. Exposition here!?" he hollered to everyone. "Geez!" He looked over at the dragon. "Like the trashcan said, the challenge right now involves killin' werewolves, and I think all the other challenges involve killin' somethin' or blowin' something up. Typical villain stuff."

edited 30th Mar '11 1:26:34 PM by UdtheImp

Harry collapses from the shot.

"Burned." Daido said, commenting on Harry's fall.

Dalek Jast thought to himself.
NOTE-TO-SELF: GUN-STICKS-OP-ER-AT-ION-AL, AB-OM-IN-A-TION-RE-SIS-TANT.

Richard stopped laughing as if a button was pressed,    "Wait, we get to kill things? Like real living breathing bleeding things? YES!"    He jumped up in a single movement, from the floor to a standing position, pumping his fist!    "This is the best prison ever!"   

edited 30th Mar '11 1:36:20 PM by Wyrmcraft

Azula scowled at all the chaos, and retreated to her chambers, slamming the doors shut behind her.

Bolas pondered this information. So they were prisoners, summoned into battle to do the bidding of a higher power? It would seem Bolas now found himself on the other side of the many games he played with his own pawns. It of course was no consequence, Bolas would learn this Centum's secrets soon enough. Bolas had no doubts he would prove superior, the question was merely how long it would take.

In the meantime he had to deal with this selection of fools, only half of which seemed at all competent.

Bolas snorted and removed himself from the center of the room, lining himself along one of the walls and trying to be as generally out-of-sight as a massive dragon could be. His blue eyes glowed as they surveyed the continuing absurdity taking place.